In a Manner of Poetry

April 30, 2018

Fantasy

This world turns in truth and lies
We are but a speck of dust
Despair and mortality in our eyes
Driven by dreams and lust
But you and I dwell elsewhere
Without this world, without a care
In this place our desires reign
Here our bodies are no longer tame
The pleasures of the night never end
We enjoy each other again and again